Empty again. The Doctor sat in the poor beaten chair in the TARDIS's control room, converse propped up on the console. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. How many people had told him not to travel alone? Martha was gone, though, so he wasn't sure what to do. He stood, straightened his jacket, and began flipping levers and twisting knobs. He'd just find a companion. Easy, right?
Evangeline brushed her vibrant red hair out of her face with her forearm then turned back to her clay creation, using a small wooden tool to define the dull, blank eyes. Her teacher peered over her shoulder and gave an approving nod.
"That's very nice dear. The hair is lovely as well, reminiscent of the Greeks, perhaps?"
Evangeline smiled shyly, muttering a soft thank you. After a few more minutes of sculpting on the face, and a bit of attention to the separate hands, she cleaned up for the afternoon and headed to her car. She paid no mind to the construction that had been going on for at least three semesters, but if she had, she might've seen the blue police box parked in the dark hall that was under construction.
The Doctor scanned the area, not detecting anything odd. He frowned, then decided to go inspect things for himself. There was always something odd going on almost anywhere he landed. Screwdriver in his pocket, he stepped out into the dark hallway in the little community college. He stopped to get a reading of the general area with his sonic, but other than telling him he was in the mid-twenty-first century in America, there was no useful information to be had. He slipped his screwdriver back in his pocket and peeked out into the nearest lit hallway. Its only inhabitant was a redhead lugging a messenger bag.
Then the walls trembled.
The girl, stopped, looking around, obviously a bit confused. "What on earth was that?" she muttered to herself, but the Doctor couldn't help but reply.
"Not sure." He pulled his sonic screwdriver, making another sweep, this time grinning at the results. "Brilliant!" He headed towards the TARDIS, but he soon noticed there were no footsteps behind him. He turned to her a motioned for her to follow him. "Come on then! Don't you want to see what it is?"
She gazed skeptically at him. "What is it?"
"Silurians."
A/N: Welcome to Chapter One. This is the timey-wimey between Martha and Donna. The chapters will vary in length, I really just choose where a chapter ends on a whim. It's like commercial breaks. Reviews are greatly appreciated! Happy travels, companions!
~Rae